The fool walks alone.
Ignorant souls pursue only their own.
While the patient weep rain,
the angry wince in disdain.
Folly chokes on its cheer
and oblivion drowns in its fear.
Love believes its own lie.
Grief is deaf to its cry.
Truth breathes air of dispair.
Beasts go back to the lair.
Idiots don't see the danger
in being a stranger
as they walk in they valley of selfish affairs.
Givers lose gain.
Takers feed on what's hard to obtain.
While the ancient seek life,
the litter evinces its strife.
Reason commits treason
and mind is unkind.
Death is true to the living,
senescence unforgiving.
Freedom is vain,
eternity plain.
And Bliss
refuses to miss
that last kiss
before going insane.
N.M.P
Nexistentialism is Philosophy for Fun, an Art of Perception on the Nexus of X-is-tence where Phenomena Inter-are. Our forebearers' sacrifices are not in vain as we learn to embrace the opportunities we have today. Thanks to their tenacious efforts and shared wisdom! Most importantly, thanks to the Love despite it all! Nexistentialism embraces human nature to bear Witness to Art. Nexistentialism captures the performativity of a planetary stage where souls seek to savor life.
Freitag, 5. Oktober 2012
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